Friday
Aw, poor me with the lost voice. A rare time when I was actually home sick when I was "home sick." My voice was indistinguishable from my dad's by my sophomore year in high school -- his friends frequently mistook him for me when they phoned the house and I picked up -- so junior and senior year I took advantage of that and called myself in for all sorts of escapades. Sorry, mom and dad.
Christian wrote the sideways tale along the margin; CM is our friend Chris M., but I'm not sure who S is. I'm not sure if "Evil-lyn" is Suzanne, whom Christian dated and despised after she broke up with him, or Evelyn, the president of S.E.A.L. and a persona non grata among our crowd. Or maybe someone entirely else.
Scribbled out secret writing:
Broke up with Melissa tonight. Now nothing is stopping us. (Nikki and I, that is.)
Stupid stupid stupid.
Saturday
Meh. Not much to report here, other than it's sort of funny that Jessica whined about it being the day before her birthday.
Most likly someone else entirely from Yvette's and unrelated to the group. A person who didn't know us that well, as she was asking us to buy her a keg. But it could have been Evelyn.
I think S was Shawn the photographer.